Armchair Quarterback: No second chance for Williams
It astounds me that Nick Saban is even entertaining the idea of taking the poster child for Reefer Madness back into the Dolphin fold.
Ricky Williams should be ostracized from the NFL for life. He left his team high and dry just before the season last year so he could go attain his “higher consciousness” and smoke a little dope on the way. His conduct would be tantamount to me leaving the paper hours before press-time and taking all the news files and newsprint with me. I don’t think I’d be coming around, looking for my old job back the next press day.
Not only did his actions leave the Dolphins among the worst teams in the year (although they somehow managed to beat the Pats during the regular season while wearing those awful orange jerseys), but he also cost the old coaching staff their jobs thanks to his lack of integrity and loyalty. Hey, if Williams has lost down to 195 pounds as some have claimed, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the old staff didn’t accost him on the streets of South Beach and slap him around like the little Nancy he is.
And the Dolphins aren’t the first team he’s betrayed. Let’s not forget Mike Ditka, who gambled, and lost, his coaching future on trading off all his draft picks to draft this marijuana-sucking fraud.
I guess what really boils my blood about Ganja Boy is the way he threw away his talent and ability so he could wander the globe like a millionaire vagabond, spending money which really isn’t his, since he was in breach of contract. There are thousands of wide-eyed hopefuls out there who sweat and bleed at two-a-days every day just to have a shot someday of maybe making a practice squad in the NFL. They aren’t blessed with the speed and power of a Ricky Williams, nor the push into the spotlight he received during his college days in Texas.
Here we have this guy who has it made and doesn’t care. He’s attained the heights most kids who strap on a helmet can only dream about while playing in the vacant lots of America. It just doesn’t seem fair. I don’t care if he can still play ball, which I doubt he can given his weigh loss, his time out of the game and the likely reluctance of his teammates to throw a block for the slacker. I just don’t think he should be given another chance, anywhere.
And, for the Dolphins to consider this horrible role model for a return to the NFL, for them to market his dope smoking jersey to kids at stores around the country, and for them to let bygones be bygones makes me consider selling all my considerable collection of Dolphin memorabilia in the next yard sale. They’ve got Ronnie Brown. What do they need with a washed up, underweight, out-of-shape, double-crossing dope smoker like Ricky Williams?
Hey, if they want to really improve their position, trade him off to another divisional opponent. Then, when he gets a Jones for the old weed this season, he’ll test dirty while on another team, that is, if he doesn’t take the money and run to the corner dope dealer like he did in Miami.
Ricky Williams is all that’s bad about the NFL. Don’t ask me to support folks who betray their teams and use drugs while at the same time you’re tacitly supporting their actions by paying them more millions — money which will likely someday end up in the pocket of a dope dealer who sells poison to kids. Stay at home and smoke your weed, drug boy, I don’t want to see you on Sunday unless it’s in church.